Thursday, August 26, 2010

Tonight: A Reading from I GO TO THE RUINED PLACE

Lost Horse Press, the Bonner County Human Rights Task Force, and the Foundation for Human Rights Action & Advocacy (FHRAA) are pleased to present a Poetry Reading featuring the recently published Human Rights anthology, I GO TO THE RUINED PLACE: Contemporary Poems in Defense of Global Human Rights edited by Melissa Kwasny and M.L. Smoker.

The program will be held on 26 August 2010 at 6:30 pm at The Gallery at Cedar Street Bridge. All are invited and admission is free. Refreshments will be served. Music will be provided by Holly McGarry, an accomplished Sandpoint singer/song writer. The Poetry Reading will feature several poets who contributed to the Anthology, along with select friends, reading their favorite poems from the human rights anthology published recently by Lost Horse Press of Sandpoint. $2 from the sale of each book goes to support the programs and activities of the Bonner County Human Rights Task Force.

Come hear great music and poetry, while learning about local activities and events being considered and under development by the Bonner County Human Rights Task Force and the Foundation for Human Rights Action & Advocacy! Discover how you can help to promote and to protect human rights in our community.
For additional info, please contact the Bonner County Human Rights Task Force at 263.0275.
From the Introduction of I GO TO THE RUINED PLACE: Contemporary Poems in Defense of Global Human Rights:
. . . WHEN WE MADE OUR CALL for submissions for an anthology of poems in defense of human rights, the allegations of torture were foremost in our minds. We knew people were outraged, saddened, profoundly moved and ashamed. But we also wanted to reach people who had suffered violations of their own rights from circumstances across the globe, or whose families had, or for whom preventing or healing these violations had become a life’s work. We drafted our call loosely: We are increasingly witness to torture, terrorisms and other violations of human rights at unprecedented degrees. What do our instincts tell us and what is our response to these violations? What is our vision of a future wherein human rights are not only respected but expanded?
What we received were both first hand accounts of violation—see prisoner Adrian English’s “Raped Man’s Stream of Consciousness,” or Farnoosh Moshiri’s poem recounting the terror of giving birth in Iran, or Li-Young Lee’s “Self-Help for Fellow Refugees”—and responses from people who feel struck personally by the blows enacted on others: To speak for, to speak as, and to speak against. We were surprised at the range of issues spoken to by the poets. While torture remained a critical topic, as well as issues at stake in the Iraq War, there were also poems that addressed immigrant rights, prisoners’ rights, the Holocaust, the wars in Cambodia , Vietnam , Serbia , South America, Palestine and Israel . We received poems that spoke of suicide bombing, violence against women, the aftermath of 9/11, and outlawing marriage for gay Americans.
We were also moved at the range of experience among the responders: homeless advocates, civil rights workers, clinical social workers, medics, the mentally ill, veterans, humanitarian aid workers, teachers, conscientious objectors, and, of course, many writers who work and fight daily for social justice in their communities. We are particularly proud of the number of Native American poets included in this anthology, something unusual in anthologies of this sort. It seemed to us impossible to collect a group of poems on human rights issues if we didn’t acknowledge the far reaching and often appalling violations that have taken place in our own country, upon the first citizens of this land who belong to five-hundred-sixty-two federally recognized tribes who function as sovereign nations. It is the acknowledgement of this history, among others, that will allow us to move forward as a country with a clearer conscience, extending our hand to other nations and other peoples who continue to endure neglect and abuse.
melissa kwasny & m.l. smoker

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Poem of the Week: Lauren K. Alleyne




















18


Here is the night snarled with stars, here is the smile
full of teeth. Here is the bloom of desire, its scent swift
entering everything. Here are the arms, the legs, the heady
nectar of lips; here is nipple erupting against the thicketed
chest. Here is earlobe and thigh, the sharp seduction of nails.
Here is naked. Here, light by an exploring moon. Here is heat
making a new planet of your heart, riding your blood like victory.
Here is the old road you have longed and longed to travel,
18. It hisses your name. Its breath is smoke and salt; it stings
your throat like a scream. Here is the trembling gate, and yet
you want to turn back, no, run back, to before, which is still now,
or could be, if you turn in time and you do, but here are the knots
fists make of fingers, the silence one tongue can shackle to another,
the willful iron of belly and bone. Here is no, and no, and no
answer. Here, shove and bite splinter like so much kindling.
Here is his laughter sparking mad— jackal, wildebeest, wolf.
Here is fire and fire and fire. Skins of flame. Walls of flame.
There is no turning here, 18. Here you learn how to burn.


-Lauren K. Alleyne



Used by permission.

Lauren K. Alleyne is a native of Trinidad and Tobago. Her work has been awarded prizes such as the 2003 Atlantic Monthly Student Poetry Prize, the Robert Chasen Graduate Poetry Prize at Cornell, an International Publication Prize from The Atlanta Review, and honorable mention in the 2009 Reginald Shepherd Memorial Poetry Prize and the 2003 Gival Press Tri-Language Poetry Contest. She has been published in journals such as Black Arts Quarterly, The Caribbean Writer, The Belleview Literary Review, and Crab Orchard Review among others, as well as in the anthologies Growing Up Girl and Gathering Ground. She is co-editor of From the Heart of Brooklyn, and author of Dawn In The Kaatskills, a chapbook. She is currently an Assistant Professor of English and the Poet-in-Residence at the University of Dubuque.

Alleyne attended Split This Rock Poetry Festival: Poems of Provocation and Witness 2008 and 2010.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Poem of the Week: Gregory Pardlo




















Antebellum


Unfinished, the road turns off the fill

from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow

the inland waterway. I lose it in the gritty

limbo of scrub pine, the once wealth

—infantile again, and lean—of lumber barons,

now vested in the state, now sanctuary for renegades

and shamans, for pot growers and moonshiners,

the upriver and clandestine industries that keep

mostly to themselves.


Misting over a lake-front terraced lawn, evening’s pink

tablet, japanning lawn and lake, magnolia leaf,

ember easing, dips and gives gilt to the veiled

nocturne vanishing in the view: the hint of maison

through the woods faint as features pressed on

an ancient coin. Swart arms of live oaks that hag

their bad backs surreptitiously, drip Spanish moss

like swamp things out of where a pelican taxis limp-

legged across the lake, pratfalls awkward as a drunk

on a bike. The bat above me, like a flung wristwatch.

- Gregory Pardlo

From Totem (APR 2007). Used by permission.


Gregory Pardlo’s first book, Totem, won the American Poetry Review/ Honickman Prize in 2007. His poems, reviews and translations have appeared or are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Callaloo, Gulf Coast, Harvard Review, Ploughshares, Best American Poetry, on National Public Radio and elsewhere. A finalist for the Essence Magazine Literary Award in poetry, he is recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship and a translation grant from the National Endowment for the Arts. He has received other fellowships from the New York Times, the MacDowell Colony, the Lotos Club Foundation and Cave Canem. Pardlo is an associate editor of poetry for Callaloo, and an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at George Washington University and divides his time between Brooklyn and Washington, D.C.



Pardlo appeared on the panel Reclamation, Celebration, Renewal, and Resistance: Black Poets Writing on the Natural World at Split This Rock Poetry Festival: Poems of Provocation and Witness 2010.


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Thursday, August 12, 2010

August Sunday Kind of Love

Sunday Kind of Love
Sunday August 15, 2010

4-6pm


Featuring Simki Ghebremichael and Michael Luis Medrano

Busboys and Poets
14th & V St., NW
Washington, DC

Hosted by Katy Richey and Katherine Howell
Co-Sponsored by Busboys and Poets and Split This Rock
Open mic at each event!
Admission free, donations encouraged

For more info:  www.BusboysandPoets.com
browning@splitthisrock.org

www.SplitThisRock.org
202-387-POET



Simki Ghebremichael's poetry explores the personal and political in many cultures from America to Africa, Asia, and Eastern Europe. Her journal excerpt on the invasion of Iraq is included in the anthology Keeping Time, 150 Years of Journal Writing. Her poems have recently appeared in the Feminist Journal, So to Speak, and are forthcoming in Tough Times Companion and the eco-journal Captalism Nature Socialism. Her non-fiction account of her journey to Eritrea with her two daughters and ex-husband will be in the Spring issue of Gargoyle magazine. She just completed her MFA at American University in June 2010.

Michael Luis Medrano, born and raised in Fresno, California, the heart of the San Joaquin Valley, is the author of Born in the Cavity of Sunsets (Bilingual Press, 2009). He holds an MFA in creative writing from the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities, and he has performed his work at Stanford University, The Loft Literary Arts Center in Minneapolis, and the University of Colorado, Boulder. He served as poetry editor for the literary journal Flies, Cockroaches, & Poets, is featured on the spoken word CD "The Central Chakrah Project" (Metamorfosis Productions), and has taught writing workshops in Fresno and Minneapolis. Once again based in Fresno, Medrano is teaching, hosting a literary radio show, and writing a novel and a second collection of poetry.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Poem of the Week: Chris August














OIL


America, don’t we love like oil?

Don’t our slippery arms

Pave the pores of those who need us?

Don’t we suffocate with our embrace?


Hasn’t our sheen of pink slips

And half-hearted hand outs

Sucked the air from blue collared lungs?

Aren’t cardboard boxes as porous

As dollar bills?


Don’t we infiltrate?

Isn’t our heart amorphous?

Aren’t we a slow build

And a tight grip?


Don’t countless dumb animals

Struggle their way from our grip?

Doesn’t Europe’s fur still glisten

From the crude of our aid?

Doesn’t the Middle East smell like us?


Aren’t we just like oil?

Is it any surprise when it leaks from our bowels

Into once pristine oceans

Don’t we muddy the waters?


Don’t we smear our babies’ asses

With petroleum jelly,

Don’t we air commercials for coal

On CNN?


Isn’t oil us?

Isn’t it slippery

But insistently vital,

Isn’t it the only black thing

We’re not afraid of?


Isn’t it us?

Isn’t it symbolic how it slips out,

How it once was life,

How we need it,

How it kills us?


Don’t we love symbolism?

A great white nation

With no control of dark things,

Dirty things, moving things


Isn’t it what we know?

Isn’t it what believe in?

Two press conferences too late,

A wellspring of good intentions

Strangling the seascape,

Isn’t it angry,

Isn’t it unstoppable,

Isn’t it us?


- Chris August


Used by permission.

Chris August is a writer and special educator from Baltimore, Maryland. He has been a part of the national poetry slam community since 2002. In that time, he has been ranked among the top ten performance poets in the world and has performed and competed across the country. He is the author of several self published collections of poetry.


August was a featured opening performer at ‘Howl’ in the City, a performance of Allen Ginsberg’s seminal poem “Howl” by Anne Waldman on July 23rd and 24th, 2010. Cosponsored by Split This Rock and Busboys and Poets.


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